I came in like a Pokeball...

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Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: November 27 - 29
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
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Agent South Dakota | Red vs Blue

[usedsneakyplot]

[South has always anticipated going to Hell when she died. It was a warning repeatedly given to her by the nuns at Sunday school when she shoved the heads of boys who pulled her hair into the toilet and half-jokingly repeated by her team in Freelancer when she did something particularly reckless.

Something she never anticipated was Hell having background music and giving her a giant purple skunk. What the fuck, Satan?

Since her helmet is sporting a pretty large hole in the visor, she discards it quickly and starts her wandering in full armour with her yet to be names Stunky begrudgingly trailing behind her.]

[deardirect0r]

[Hell is, perhaps unsurprisingly, host to a figure she recognizes. Someone who wouldn't argue the appropriateness of his presence there, if that was indeed where he thought they were. He doesn't believe in hell, there's little that could be worse than what they left behind.

Also, he very much doubts hell would have anything like the porygon that is devotedly following him.]

[secondplacing]

[south

s o u t h

you can not wander around in that ALSO HOW DID YOU GET TO KEEP YOURS FUCK YOUwait that isn't the problem here. Right.]

Agent South Dakota!

[Have a freelancer in a track suit jogging your way with a three legged houndour at her side.]

[usedlightscreen]

[The sight of the familiar lilac-and-green, of messy blonde hair tipped with faded-out purple, it all tugs at a familiar feeling in his chest, makes him ache just behind his navel. He would know her if she wasn't in armor.

He would know her if she was covered head to toe and didn't say a word.]

--Hey, Kissy.

[He's wearing a pink hoodie with a darker-pink pouch in the front of it and an egg-shaped print on the belly, and he pulls the hood up quick before she turns to hide his face.]

[usedsneakyplot]

[South isn't sure if it's the voice (the voice she's only heard in her nightmares for months now, that last scream she can't get out of her head) or that stupid goddamn childhood nickname that catches her attention first but either way it makes her entire body jerk to look at- oh god, that is exactly the kind of hideous hoodie he would wear.]

What?

[usedlightscreen]

[That's the problem with dying first - you have no idea the scars you've left on others. When she turns to face him he can't help but give himself away with a laugh, a giddy chuckle. He's elated, he feels complete, they may have had their differences but this is his sister, the one he's missed with an unimaginable ache every day never even knowing if she was alive or dead.]

I can't believe it. Your own brother, and all I get is a 'What?'

[callbacks]

[You might have been expecting York BUT IT WAS ME, DAVE!

But actually Dave's not even around at the moment. A little Ralts has gone to see South's discarded helmet and is examining it from every angle, curious and intrigued.

After a while, he tries to lift it over his head and staggers backwards and then sideways, unprepared for the weight.]